Page 123 of Wickedly Yours

You’re kidding me,” Luna whispered as she took in the nursery.

I leaned against the door frame. “It’s not too much, is it?”

I’d been working on the room in secret, not letting her in here until I finished the entire thing. Everything down to the wallpaper had been done by me, carrying in piece by piece as it was delivered by carpenters and craftsmen from the villages nearby.

When she turned back to look at me, her smile lit up the room, those soft strands of icy blonde hair spilling down her back. She was wearing a thin, pale, pastel lavender shift dress, which exposed her large belly.

Carrying twins wasn’t easy, especially on her small frame, and the healer expected it could be any day now.

I also really didn’t want her on her feet. She’d had a hard time during the pregnancy, between horrible morning sickness in the first trimester to being unable to get comfortable now.Luna’s human doctor insisted everything was fine and it was normal, but I still hated to see her discomfort. I wished I could take that away from her.

“Too much? How did you even…” Luna’s eyes were watery as she shook her head. “You did all of this?”

Taking her hand, I kissed her knuckles.

A goddess.She was everything, and she was mine.

My queen. My wife. My mate.

“Yes.” Urging her into the rocking chair, I helped her take a seat. “I didn’t want you to have to worry about it.”

I leaned down to kiss her belly before resting my hand over her bump and feeling them kick. “They’re so active this morning.”

“Tell me about it,” she groaned, her hand settling on top of her belly. “And I think baby girl’s sitting on my bladder. I’ve had to pee constantly. There’s not enough room in there if they get any bigger.”

I frowned. “Are you sure you don’t want to be in Pleasant Grove for the next few weeks? Deliver at the hospital?”

“No,” she said with a sigh, rocking slowly in the chair as she looked down at that belly. “I want to be here. In our home.” She gave me a small smile.

We were at the one I’d taken her to on our honeymoon, our escape from the palace, and all that came with running a kingdom. Ruling over the demons was never easy, and sometimes, it was nice to just get away.

“This is beautiful.” Her fingers traced over the white wood of the rocker. “All of it is.”

The room wasn’t as ornate at the palace, though I hadn’t spared an effort in here. The wallpaper was a neutral striping, with gold detailing decorating the walls. Two gilded bassinets rested side by side in the corner, as well as a changing table and a large dresser.

That and the closet were both filled with gifts we’d gotten from everyone. There were hundreds of tiny baby outfits. I couldn’t imagine how they could wear them all. But the demons had come out in droves, offering their well-wishes to us, and when we’d gone back to Pleasant Grove for Luna’s baby shower—hosted by Willow, of course—her entire coven had brought even more gifts.

I’d been introduced to all of them, including Luna and Willow’s cousin, Cait, whose gray cat followed her around everywhere, though I was surprised at how accepting they all were of me.

Especially for a demon who had kidnapped their youngest member, spiriting her away into the demon realm. Even if the rest of the town just thought we lived overseas. I wouldn’t correct them.

Maybe it was because they all knew about Damien. Either way, I was grateful.

Thorn and Talon had insisted on coming along, both of them wearing a human glamor, and so, of course, Kairos, Lilith, and Asura hadn’t wanted to stay behind either. They wanted to see where Luna had grown up. The place that turned her into the woman she is today.

Giving me her hand, I helped her out of the rocking chair, pulling her up as she wobbled on her feet.

“It’s perfect.” She sighed. “I can’t believe they’ll be here so soon.”

“We built one in the palace, too. Though that one’s much grander.” I gave her a lopsided grin. “The girls insisted.” Lilith, Asura, and Novalie had been thick as thieves, working around the clock while Luna had been on bed rest.

“I love it.” She leaned up to kiss my cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

Placing my hand on her lower back, I guided her into thelittle living room and onto the couch. I sat down first, letting her slide in between my legs, resting her back against my chest as I cradled her in my arms.

“Have you thought of any names?” Luna whispered, tracing circles over her bump.

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